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My Mind Control.
I-I-I-I'm an alien from outer space (outer space)
I'm a cybergirl without a face, a heart, or a mind
(I'm a product of metal x2, I'm a product of the man)
See see see see see, I'm a slave girl without a race (without a face)
On the run cause they're here to erase and chase my kind
(They've come to destroy me x3)
And I think to myself
(Impossibly, they're gunning for me)
Wait, it's impossible
Now they're gunning for me (and the Pawn is after you)
And now they're after you (For loving, too)
And all the sirens go dooodooo
(Sirens go doodoodooodoo doodooodoodoooo...)
Doodooooo doodoooo doodooooo
Ohhh baby! Ooh, you know the rules
I love you and I won't take no for an answer
They say that Violet Stars will set you free (set you free)
When you're running lost and alone (Follow them down)
Up Neon Valley streets (up Neon Valley streets)
A pretty day makes a pretty picture (pretty picture)
But fall in love and they're coming to getcha
Who knew 10 men with guns were at the door (at the door)
The droid control?! (the Droid Control... The Droid CONTROL!?!!)
(Impossibly, they're gunning for me)
Wait, that's impossible that they're gunning for me (and now the Pawn is after you)
And now they're after you (for loving, too)
Baby, I hear the sirens go dooodooooo
(Sirens go doodoodooodoo doodooodoodoooo...)
Doodooooo doodoooo doodooooo
Come on Baby, 'cause here they come now (You know the rules)
[[ [Sounds of escape and chase]
["(...I see it...go this way go this way go this way... out the window. Out the window!
Don't let it get out the window!!"]
["Alllll my cyboys and cybergirls! Get Up if you gon' get Down! Citizens, pull your pants UP,
and cyborgs pull your pants Down! Down yo' ankles and show yo' rust, shake yo' chain - you
know it's a must! Now, oh, uh, Cindy Mayweather: get on up here and just... baby, lemme
just see ya Squeak!"] ]]
And I love my baby so (Impossibly, they're gunning for me)
I said I love my baby so (and now the Pawn is after you)
And he loves me too (for loving, too)
He loves me too, he loves me too!
(Sirens go doodoodooodoo doodooodoodoooo...)
Doooodoooodooooo...
I said OHH! (You know the rules) I said OHH! Oh, baby!
(Impossibly, they're gunning for me, and now the Pawn is after you for loving, too)
(Sirens go doodoodooodoo doodooodoodoooo...)
Oh, oh, oh, OWW!
I surrender... last one from Ultimate... the rest shall reside in the archive hard drive :)
They (the blue team) won btw... I believe it was something like 11-8?
Drafts of Surrender photo project. Drafts of Surrender photo project. The colors don't look right in jpeg form. They look less washed out and have more blue tonal variations in the original files.
A completely different lighting and set up, I wanted more drama, hence the direction of the light.
This is a small series.
These two are supertoned performers.
I salute them. M, (*_*)
The statue “Unconditional Surrender,” which represents a famous photo taken by Alfred Eisenstaedt of a Sailor kissing a nurse in Time Square, New York City 1945, in San Diego.
© Alexandra Meulemans Equine Photography
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If you wish to buy a print, feel free to contact me by email.
John Tweel and Timothy King in "Chupy & The Science Twins," one of the Hope Operas. Comedy Spot, Ballston Mall, 4238 Wilson Blvd, Arlington, VA.
On April 9, 1865, Confederate General Robert E. Lee (right) surrendered to Union General Ulysses S. Grant (left), effectively ending the American Civil War. This tableau at the National Presidential Wax Museum in Keystone, South Dakota depicts the event, which took place at a courthouse at Appomattox, Virginia.
Sculpted by the Katherine Stubergh-Keller studio.
"The war is over ... the Rebels are our countrymen again." -- General Ulysses S. Grant
"(Cosmic) Surrender" by David Goodrich
View "(Cosmic) Surrender" at goodrichpaintings.com: www.goodrichpaintings.com/paintings/2000s/46.htm
or visit www.goodrichpaintings.com
Reenactors of the NWW2A during a 1940s wartime weekend at Fort Paull on Bank Holiday Monday
5 May 2013
Image © Paul David Drabble
From Widipedia:
Unconditional Surrender is a series of sculptures by Seward Johnson resembling a photograph by Alfred Eisenstaedt, V–J day in Times Square, but said by Johnson to be based on a similar, less well known, photograph by Victor Jorgensen.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unconditional_Surrender_(sculpture)
Very cool surprise to see this while walking down the street.
//10
//fifty-two weeks of design
This week's design is inspired by a message I heard from mister Cole NeSmith. The guy's a beast. There's no doubt God's doing crazy awesome things through him. Check out his wonderful thoughts.
On Sunday, he shared with us a few thoughts about conforming Jesus to my selfish image, versus conforming myself to the image of Jesus. I distinctly remember, though, him speaking about surrender — how things don't start working until I let go of my desires and the things I do for my gain.
Now, this surrender isn't the giving up type of surrender. It's not the failure type of surrender that means you've lost it all, either. No, this surrender goes beyond that; it's when you begin to let go of the things you have for something, or someone, that's bigger than what your thoughts could ever conceive. Because it is when we don't surrender, we truly fail, because the burdens of this Earth are too heavy for our shoulders to bare.
Sometimes we try, and try to do something our way, and as much as we can try, as small as the task may be, it doesn't always work out. And we get frustrated when that happens. But I think it all begins with surrender, because it's when you surrender these things that God's massive plan starts making sense in our lives.
(Thank you Wendy and Chris for licensing these photographs under Creative Commons)
No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance. - Confucius
56 of 365.
For Hereios and flags of any kind
The white flag. The international sign of surrender.
Strobist : PZ42X : 1/8th@70mm to right of subject low
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
A memorial to the brave Czech resistance fighters who assasinated Reinhard Heydrich, the evil Nazi leader of Bohemia and Moravia, in June 1942. They hid in crypt of the church but were betrayed by one of their compatriots, around 800 Germans tried to flush them out, but rather than surrender they killed themselves.
This marks the end of Gramma Elm , the stately old landmark that had Dutch Elm disease and was removed by the city. Reports indicated that it was between 150-200 years old(my eyes aren't good enough to count the rings). The next photo shows what a great tree it was even in the winter.
Happy Friday! Here’s another one from San Diego. The statue by Seward Johnson is apparently one of a series of three (I think this is the largest, though) and is based on the iconic photo (or photos depending on who you ask) taken back in 1945.
Unconditional Surrender is a sculpture by J. Seward Johnson based on the Life magazine photo of a sailor kissing a nurse at the end of World War II. This small version of his work is currently part of the "Crossing Paths" exhibition on the University of Florida campus in Gainesville Florida. A larger version is permanently displayed along the bayfront in Sarasota Florida.
New OOAK Silkstone. Going to the Barbie convention. If you are going and would like to know where to buy my OOAK dolls/ email me @ JuliaL25@juno.com for more info. Original hair restyled and full reroot repaint into a #1 Ponytail and my OOAK Enchanted Evening.
© Alexandra Meulemans Equine Photography
All rights reserved
If you wish to buy a print, feel free to contact me by email.
This time the South prevailed. Chances are that the upcoming battle later that afternoon between the same troops might have a different choreographed ending.
if things get any more synchronistic, i think i will shit myself. this piece of paper
this paper i find in the freakin bathroom of this freakin bbq joint. while eating with guys from arizona who traveled across the country to take a freakin class from me. i find heart shaped rocks with a front end loader, 12 ft under the ground. i find messages on bottle caps that say " give peace a chance" the waitress that tells me to check out this band called the "mother truckers", looks like my wife, i stand with tears in my eyes, pissing in the trough looking at the recognition of years of hard work. what does this all mean? and why did this find me in the pisser? why do i find myself here right now? i surrender.